Gunner sat upright and clasped the bar between them. She stiffened and leaned back. “He’s on this ship?”
Elodie swallowed and nodded. “They took him in the last recruitment. The cycle before you arrived and took his cell.”
“What does he look like?” he asked, his voice harder, lower than before, making her heart beat faster.
“Why does it matter?”
“Tell me.”
Elodie clenched her hands tighter. “Bald. He’s bald and tall, taller than me with thin wrinkles. He’s missing two fingers on his left hand and both hands and arms are covered in scars. Like mine.” She lifted her arms to show him, tracing some of the burns she’d received over the years and showing the pads of her fingers where her skin had healed over a dozen times. “But a lot more and a lot worse.”
Gunner relaxed, visibly, as he eyed her hand. “Good,” he said confusing her even more.
“Why good?”
“He wasn’t one of the men I killed last night.”
She couldn’t tell if he was taunting her or not and she leaned back slightly to get a better look at him. It didn’t help. Nothing about Gunner was easy to read.
“So that’s why you said this cell doesn’t belong to me. I get it now,” he huffed. “Speaking of which,” he got to his feet and slowly spun in a full circle before stopping and facing her again. “I need to mark.”
Elodie frowned. “You need to what?”
But he was already cupping the clasp of his pants and unzipping them. It took her several damning moments of confusion until she realized what he was doing, shifting his clothes and grasping his dick. She twisted away, scrambling to the center of her own cell, but not before she saw it.
“You might want to turn away.” He chuckled low, making her ears burn and an unpleasant blush heat her skin.I saw it. I saw his cock.
A faint stream of water toyed with her disgust as she grappled with what the hell was happening. He continued to taunt her as he moved around and she pressed her palms hard against her closed eyes.
“You know, Ely, it’s rude to look when a man is...doing his business. Someone should have taught you that by now.” Low raspy laughs punctuated his words.
“I didn’t look,” she stammered, embarrassed. Not because she hadn’t seen dick in her life but that it washisdick.
“Tsk, tsk.”
She counted down the seconds, waiting for it to stop, and hoping to god that none of it reached her space so she wouldn’t have to smell the stench of urine all night.Who the hell is this man?
Damnit, I’m giving myself away again...
Elodie lowered her hands and peered over her shoulder. Gunner’s back was toward her. She sucked in a shaky breath and recomposed herself, pleased with the courage she was able to muster to look at him dead on.
And then he turned to the side, holding his cock, and she regretted every decision she had made in the last twenty-four years of her life. Because Gunner wasbig.
He stopped and their eyes caught, his widened in shock, knowing hers looked the same. She released a long strenuous, almost painful whistle of air while waiting for the next move. His shock was short-lived, ending in a knowing smile she wanted to tear right off. But she had already played her cards and refused to back down.
“Curious?” Gunner cleared his throat and faced her, giving her full frontal viewing access. Elodie dropped her gaze because shewascurious, and shrugged.
“I expected more.”
“What do you mean,more?”
Gunner’s cock hardened before her eyes. His hand stroked it once, slow and deliberate. His long fingers wrapped around his own girth. Her legs clamped together and she shrugged again. Suddenly she was even more thankful for the jacket; it was one more layer to hide her newly found shock and horror behind.
He just peed. On everything. And I’m focused on his size.
Elodie felt more messed up by the second.
“More,” she stammered. “Don’t act so offended. Not everyone can be well endowed.”
